hi howdy i am suckybuss. i wrote the mr. tenna's secretary series (conflict of interest, mutually beneficial arrangement, brain poison, revolving doors, etc) among other things
will post ToS-compliant lewdity. minors following will be blocked, ageless blogs will be softblocked. i OC/selfship-post copiously and unapologetically.
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vaguely twentysomething
she/her pronouns but i also do not care
mostly tennaposting these days
i will not moot if you post a lot of s/p/amtenna
here's a link to the reference sheet of my deltarune OC. please feed me fanart i need it to survive
i sometimes post stuff here that doesn't get posted on AO3! for shorter stuff there's the tag secretary drabble and for the (rare) longer stuff there's tenna x reader
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I really like when closed captions get involved.. what if Reader is standing in front of a room full of people that Tenna couldn't give a damn about so he's sitting in the front row using [narration] to send the filthiest messages to Reader to throw them off
ohhhhh this is a solid sex fight premise. like a combined reversal of the stage disruption in pressure tactics and long week sunday. imagining there's a teleprompter there (presumably where no one else but the person on stage can see) and he pushes it aside and starts reading reading off the dirtiest things he can conjure so now you're stumbling through your speech AND distracted. and if you stop paying attention to the words he starts playing footage of him fucking you instead
after much deliberation i would have to give this honor to the cecropia moth. they are so stupidly huge and i havenβt seen one in years but it is an event every time i do
i really enjoyed threatened bitchy ralsei in chapter 5 when it came to flowery because it made sense for him to be acting like that but why was he also so terrible to orange??? like he quickly went from plausibly well-intended statements that were being perceived as bullying to actively and intentionally being a jerk. Why
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in lowered inhibitions tenna admits to touching himself secretly when reader was in the room. would you do a one-shot from that οΏΌπ
yes. yes i will.
18+. gender neutral darkner reader. cw... the behavior described above. and as described in this confession (from this fic)
Tenna, thoroughly engaged in an evening of "very important work," is startled by the sound of his office door being knocked; the pencil he was so carefully balancing on his nose clatters to the surface of his desk. He frowns at the interruption, indignantly shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Come in," he grumbles at the door.
You open the door and step inside his office; his sour expression is quickly replaced by a look of surprise. A couple weeks ago, the position of executive assistant experienced yet another churn, and you were the one who was brought in to fill the role.
He knows deep down that getting attached is nothing but trouble; they never stay in that role for long. And yet, he found himself harboring a crush that grew harder to ignore with every passing day. He takes his left hand out of his pocket and uses it to prop up his head, giving you a bright smile. "Heeeelloooo there!" he says cheerfully. "What can I do for you?"
"Two things," you say, stepping up to him. "I just came from Accounting. First, they wanted me to give this to you." You reach up and place a manila envelope on the surface of his desk. "And second, they were looking for a copy of the expense reports from last April."
"Oh, sure!" he says, sliding the envelope toward himself, his smile faltering slightly. "Uh... That's... That'd be, uh..."
"Where is it?" you ask.
He goes quiet, drumming his fingertips on the desk. "Beats me," he sighs. He points with his thumb at a filing cabinet in the corner of the office. "Check in there, maybe?"
You step up to the cabinet, grimacing at the vagueness of his direction. "Uh... Any idea where to start?"
"Just look around 'til you find something finance-y! It's in there somewhere!"
You quietly sigh and pull open the cabinet at arm-level; as you do a quick pass through it, you see nothing but personnel files. You shut it and repeat the same skim with the drawer above it. You see talent folders, old project pitches, and long-abandoned spec scripts, and nothing financial.
You turn your attention to a lower drawer; you briefly feel hopeful as you see receipts and invoices, but your expression sours once again as you realize that the drawer is hopelessly disorganized. The documents were clearly jammed in with no rhyme or reason, and so you start sorting through them one by one, finding expense reports from as far back as the 1990's, but none for April of last year. "Great," you mutter to yourself.
Behind you, Tenna is paying extremely close attention. You had to bend over slightly to access those files, and the overhead lighting of his office was highlighting every curve and contour of your ass. He lets out a shuddering exhale as you bend over a little more to take a closer look at the documents you're inspecting, and suddenly he feels something pushing against the palm of the hand that remains tucked in his pocket.
He swallows heavily, forcing himself to look away as he detects himself crossing a professional line that couldn't possibly be justified, but then you finish examining the final document in the drawer. With a deep sigh, you shut it and slide open the drawer closest to the ground.
As Tenna sees you move in his peripheral vision, his gaze snaps right back to your ass. The way you're bent over is unbelievably tempting, the valley between your cheeks looking like the perfect place for him to slowly grind between. As his cock continues to harden against his hand, he grips it tightly through the fabric.
Part of him hopes that you'll never find what you're looking for, that you'll just keep on searching through this bottom drawer for the entire rest of the day. He knows better than to assume that you'd reciprocate his attraction, but his mind runs wild with the possibilities of what would happen if you did. Maybe you really did want him to go over there and squeeze and spank that tempting ass, and slowly strip off those pants, and take you all for himself right up against that cabinet.
He stifles a whimper as his thumb gently strokes the ridge of his cock. He understands that even this minimal stimulation is a grave breach of conduct, but he just can't help himself, not while you're all alone with him, displaying yourself like that. He allows himself one slow, firm, deliberate stroke down its length, teasing the tip with his thumb again as he returns to his original position.
He startles and yanks his hand out of his pocket as you pluck a document out of the cabinet. "Found it," you say, closing the drawer and standing upright. As you turn to face him, you look a bit confused. "You okay, Mr. Tenna?"
"YEP. I'M GREAT. N-NEVER BEEN BETTER," he says with a forced smile, clasping both hands innocently on the surface of his desk.
You look at him curiously as you step towards the door. "Do you need me to crank up the AC or something? You're, uh... looking a little... warm."
"YEAH! Yeah! That'd be great! Haha! Sweltering in here!" he says, fanning himself, grateful for the convenient excuse for his sudden excess of blushing and sweat.
"Didn't think it was..." you mutter, opening the door. "I'll do that, then. Let me know if you need anything."
"OKAY BYE! Have a lovely day!" he says, waving frantically.
"Uh... Bye," you say, shutting the door behind you.
Tenna remains frozen for a moment before he stands up, hurries to lock the door, and sits back down, frantically undoing his belt. As soon as his cock is released, he places his screen down on the desk, moaning and gasping as he strokes himself.
"Please... Please, please, I need it," he chokes quietly, his grip tightening around his cock as precum leaks from the tip. "I know you want me too, I know you do... I-- I need you to, p-please... I know you'd love it, I know you need this too, please...!"
He keeps stroking himself, gripping hard on the edge of his desk and begging you to give yourself to him like he wished he could do while you were still in the room. And then he urgently plucks a tissue out of the box on his desk, muffling a closed-mouth whine against the wood as he covers the tip of his cock and releases into it.
He catches his breath, wrapping the tissue within another tissue and dropping it into the wastebasket beside his desk. He keeps his screen planted firmly against it as he comes down from his fantasizing. "Why'd I do that?" he whispers.
Iβm lowkey happy that the fandom has collectively agreed that Flowery hasnβt dethroned Tenna as Deltaruneβs tumblr sexyman. As a character he turned out interesting but physically heβs your typical skinny blonde twink.
Heβs just not old or huge or fat idc if thatβs a fan interpretation Tenna is fat in my heart or pathetic or glooby or problematic enough.
i just don't personally think flowery meets the tumblr sexyman prerequisites. kind of in the sense that a standard shoujo love interest does not qualify as a tumblr sexyman.
he has the look but not the personality (plenty of past tumblr sexymen have been generic blond twinks (looking at you Human Wheatley)) due to being too unproblematic. he just wants the best for asgore and his friends. if he was evil or unhinged or killed people or possessed some kind of immense cosmic power (beyond having one Bitch of a boss fight) then maybe that would tip the scales but he just doesn't. a tumblr sexyman requires one to be Quirked Up in one way or another that isn't just. y'know. being slightly annoying
the beauty of tenna is that he has The Complications..... he is wooby and he is nasty all in one. a dazzling rainbow of complexes and mental illnesses. flowery is neither wooby nor nasty he's just flowery. and then he dies
in lowered inhibitions tenna admits to touching himself secretly when reader was in the room. would you do a one-shot from that οΏΌπ
yes. yes i will.
18+. gender neutral darkner reader. cw... the behavior described above. and as described in this confession (from this fic)
Tenna, thoroughly engaged in an evening of "very important work," is startled by the sound of his office door being knocked; the pencil he was so carefully balancing on his nose clatters to the surface of his desk. He frowns at the interruption, indignantly shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Come in," he grumbles at the door.
You open the door and step inside his office; his sour expression is quickly replaced by a look of surprise. A couple weeks ago, the position of executive assistant experienced yet another churn, and you were the one who was brought in to fill the role.
He knows deep down that getting attached is nothing but trouble; they never stay in that role for long. And yet, he found himself harboring a crush that grew harder to ignore with every passing day. He takes his left hand out of his pocket and uses it to prop up his head, giving you a bright smile. "Heeeelloooo there!" he says cheerfully. "What can I do for you?"
"Two things," you say, stepping up to him. "I just came from Accounting. First, they wanted me to give this to you." You reach up and place a manila envelope on the surface of his desk. "And second, they were looking for a copy of the expense reports from last April."
"Oh, sure!" he says, sliding the envelope toward himself, his smile faltering slightly. "Uh... That's... That'd be, uh..."
"Where is it?" you ask.
He goes quiet, drumming his fingertips on the desk. "Beats me," he sighs. He points with his thumb at a filing cabinet in the corner of the office. "Check in there, maybe?"
You step up to the cabinet, grimacing at the vagueness of his direction. "Uh... Any idea where to start?"
"Just look around 'til you find something finance-y! It's in there somewhere!"
You quietly sigh and pull open the cabinet at arm-level; as you do a quick pass through it, you see nothing but personnel files. You shut it and repeat the same skim with the drawer above it. You see talent folders, old project pitches, and long-abandoned spec scripts, and nothing financial.
You turn your attention to a lower drawer; you briefly feel hopeful as you see receipts and invoices, but your expression sours once again as you realize that the drawer is hopelessly disorganized. The documents were clearly jammed in with no rhyme or reason, and so you start sorting through them one by one, finding expense reports from as far back as the 1990's, but none for April of last year. "Great," you mutter to yourself.
Behind you, Tenna is paying extremely close attention. You had to bend over slightly to access those files, and the overhead lighting of his office was highlighting every curve and contour of your ass. He lets out a shuddering exhale as you bend over a little more to take a closer look at the documents you're inspecting, and suddenly he feels something pushing against the palm of the hand that remains tucked in his pocket.
He swallows heavily, forcing himself to look away as he detects himself crossing a professional line that couldn't possibly be justified, but then you finish examining the final document in the drawer. With a deep sigh, you shut it and slide open the drawer closest to the ground.
As Tenna sees you move in his peripheral vision, his gaze snaps right back to your ass. The way you're bent over is unbelievably tempting, the valley between your cheeks looking like the perfect place for him to slowly grind between. As his cock continues to harden against his hand, he grips it tightly through the fabric.
Part of him hopes that you'll never find what you're looking for, that you'll just keep on searching through this bottom drawer for the entire rest of the day. He knows better than to assume that you'd reciprocate his attraction, but his mind runs wild with the possibilities of what would happen if you did. Maybe you really did want him to go over there and squeeze and spank that tempting ass, and slowly strip off those pants, and take you all for himself right up against that cabinet.
He stifles a whimper as his thumb gently strokes the ridge of his cock. He understands that even this minimal stimulation is a grave breach of conduct, but he just can't help himself, not while you're all alone with him, displaying yourself like that. He allows himself one slow, firm, deliberate stroke down its length, teasing the tip with his thumb again as he returns to his original position.
He startles and yanks his hand out of his pocket as you pluck a document out of the cabinet. "Found it," you say, closing the drawer and standing upright. As you turn to face him, you look a bit confused. "You okay, Mr. Tenna?"
"YEP. I'M GREAT. N-NEVER BEEN BETTER," he says with a forced smile, clasping both hands innocently on the surface of his desk.
You look at him curiously as you step towards the door. "Do you need me to crank up the AC or something? You're, uh... looking a little... warm."
"YEAH! Yeah! That'd be great! Haha! Sweltering in here!" he says, fanning himself, grateful for the convenient excuse for his sudden excess of blushing and sweat.
"Didn't think it was..." you mutter, opening the door. "I'll do that, then. Let me know if you need anything."
"OKAY BYE! Have a lovely day!" he says, waving frantically.
"Uh... Bye," you say, shutting the door behind you.
Tenna remains frozen for a moment before he stands up, hurries to lock the door, and sits back down, frantically undoing his belt. As soon as his cock is released, he places his screen down on the desk, moaning and gasping as he strokes himself.
"Please... Please, please, I need it," he chokes quietly, his grip tightening around his cock as precum leaks from the tip. "I know you want me too, I know you do... I-- I need you to, p-please... I know you'd love it, I know you need this too, please...!"
He keeps stroking himself, gripping hard on the edge of his desk and begging you to give yourself to him like he wished he could do while you were still in the room. And then he urgently plucks a tissue out of the box on his desk, muffling a closed-mouth whine against the wood as he covers the tip of his cock and releases into it.
He catches his breath, wrapping the tissue within another tissue and dropping it into the wastebasket beside his desk. He keeps his screen planted firmly against it as he comes down from his fantasizing. "Why'd I do that?" he whispers.
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Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
Fun fact: We finally got context for the "TVs are good at talking, but not good at listening" line that Toby revealed on Twitter a while back!
Not so fun fact: it only shows up in the routes where Tenna's death sticks.
i saw... (not on any of my own files because i Can't let him die. i Can't)
very ominous application of that line. it alludes to the fact that tenna failed to follow through on kris' instructions right? essentially blaming him for his death. sad. upsetting. i think tenna's speculation was right kris in fact does not love tv
